Training Grounds - Afternoon Spar
The spar began in earnest.
Lumberling moved in tandem with Aurelya, both advancing with practiced coordination. He took the left, spear in hand, while she flanked the right, her rapier already gleaming with golden light.
Behind them, Thessalia remained still, calm and unreadable, her longbow lowered but ready. Her eyes never left the target.
Vaenyra stood alone at the far end of the field. Sword in hand, her expression was neutral, composed. But the air around her thrummed. Threads of pressure rippled outward like invisible heatwaves. A crackle of restrained power danced across the space between them.
Then Lumberling struck.
His spear darted forward in a blur, precise and forceful, only to meet empty air. Vaenyra shifted her weight by inches, letting the thrust slip past her side.
